Hoshor Plains hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you

He had not known what to expect when he had said it. Ariadne was loyal to her mother, beloved by her people, and did not know what else the world might offer. They had talked at length a few times about where Kaluktuk came from and the different outlooks between their people; he did not want to remove her from what she was accustomed to, only make room for himself, and make valid his own views. Or that is what he told himself - but as Ariadne looked to him now, as she spoke those words to him, he realized his own thinking was wrong.

He wanted a foothold in the Wilds for his people. He wanted to be seen by those under Kukutux as equally powerful. He wanted his son to finally see his strength and understand his father. These things could happen a number of ways, but with Ariadne things would be made possible, and she was open to it.

He pulled her close and kissed her. Kaluktuk held her with such tenderness, although she had ignited him again into a familiar desire that was between them. He rolled like an avalanche across her to bury her beneath him; exhausted, passionate, lustful, enamored.